Lily whipped round at hearing her name called by a familiar voice. It was technically less than twenty four hours since she had heard it, but in that moment she could feel every single one of twenty-five years. "James," she gasped, and felt the breath rush out of her as he lifted her into the air and swung her around like they were in the kind of black and white movie musical that Petunia had always swooned over. She clung to his shoulders even once her feet were back on the floor. "I've been looking for you all over, you prat," she muttered, to keep from drowning in her own emotions.